Yes, my partner and I might seem to have all the time in the world to indulge in one another, but something or rather someone else stands in our way.
Just before lockdown, my significant other’s parents separated, and his mom moved down here to start over. A little deflated but with new vigour, she’s created a nice new nest for mother and son.
Prior to the onset of lockdown, I was invited to spend lockdown with them in a bid to add some colour and life.
But it’s impacted me. I no longer have the desire to jump my man. Instead, I find myself waiting to be caught when my partner and I get comfy. Not a door stands in his mother’s way, and without keys to lock a bedroom door, she has all access.
I find myself frustrated with both her and my partner for standing in my way of getting some action. My partner can often hear her moving around and so he doesn’t often initiate intimacy, while I can feel her hovering close by and so I’ve given up trying to get some.
So here we are, at day 43, sexless and bored. I’m so put off at this point that even a movie with a sex scene must go. I can’t take it.
I’ve forced myself to look and act like an individual with no sexual desires so as not to get caught in the act because there are limits in a space when other people are around. There are limits to your loving, limits to how much time you have to yourself and how much time you can go without engaging in some good ‘ol player-versus-player action.
To say I’m sick and tired of this is a bit of an understatement. I’m ready for the opportunity for some privacy, some alone time, and some damn good sex.
When lockdown ends, I know exactly what I want. I want to shave my legs, put on some sexy lingerie and a cute outfit, take my boy on a date, wine and dine him and once the tequila starts tapping my temples head home to let him do the tapping.
The time will come, and I’m waiting in anticipation.